After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

today is weekend.

There is a manga exhibition near the school, and he was dragged by the club to cosplay a real person.

It's the villain's curse spirit who looks like a rat crossing the street in the spell ◎ battle.

The president originally asked him to play the version of a female high school student in a small theater, but he sternly refused - it is impossible to dress up as a woman, and it is impossible in this life.

Then the president pretended to be sorry: "Forget it, we just need a real person for the photo shoot, remember to come to the makeup girl to draw sutures tomorrow morning. What kind of expression are you, don't you still want to reject me?"

"..."

Having said that, he who didn't want to go at first could only give a thumbs up: "Why, I will definitely be there on time."

First raise a higher requirement, and then raise a lower requirement.

The so-called face-saving effect is worthy of being an adult with a heart who has reached the age of eighteen.

That's why he didn't sleep in the dormitory on weekends, but ran to the crowded place under the sun.

There is one thing to say, it is really hot to have long hair loose in summer.

The sweaty wig stuck to the nape of his neck, making him uncomfortable. The blue mid-length hair was divided into three parts and tied loosely at the end. He picked up the strand that fell to his chest and pinched it. He roughly estimated the enviable hair. I can't help feeling that this little chic hair is quite vigorous.

"It's a pity it's not white."

As a senior white-haired man, he regretted as usual, and suddenly there was a blur in front of his eyes.

He thought he was suffering from heat stroke, but he soon discovered that he didn't have other symptoms such as dizziness, but he couldn't see clearly, as if some interlaced lines were glued to the retina.

He had the eye of a needle two years ago, and he has the habit of not rubbing his eyes casually. He took out his phone and turned on the front camera, trying to get closer to see the stitched face on the screen.

"Real people" have blue left eyes and amber right eyes, and they always wear color contact lenses. They put them on before they came to reduce troubles. It should be because they blinked frequently when they were applying eye makeup just now, which was a bit misplaced.

I closed my eyes to adjust, and then opened my eyes again, and the world was clear and clear again. I felt that the time was almost up, so I switched to the chat software to confirm the location with the president and the others.

Just as they were about to meet up in the past, they raised their heads inadvertently, and a black and white figure broke into their sight.

He saw Gojo Satoru walking across the street with his hands in his pockets and his eyes wrapped in bandages.

Across the crowd.

The other party also noticed him, and then stopped.

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Coordinates Shibuya, Tokyo.

It was August, the hottest time of the year.

As recognized as the strongest conjurer in modern times, Gojo Satoru is very busy in this industry where manpower is extremely scarce, and there are curses waiting for him to exorcise from all over the world.

But he's also good at sneaking in.

Just like now, thinking about personal and work for no more than two seconds, Gojo Satoru happily clapped his hands.

"If it's only ten minutes, the first graders will definitely be able to hold on!"

Such unhesitating trust, the teacher who stayed at the school after graduation left the students of the Conjuration College and was walking with his hands in his pockets on the way to taste the latest red velvet cake launched by the online celebrity dessert shop.

Originally, such trivial matters as queuing up to buy things can be left to the assistant supervisor Yidizhi. The other party will never refuse to help him with this trip, but how could he give up when he has time to fish and walk around.

If there is no opportunity, create opportunities, in the name of exercising students.

Today, there are offline animation activities around the commercial street. Gojo Satoru met several passers-by who blocked the way and asked him which character he was playing.

"I acted in my true colors."

He is very self-aware of his appearance, and with no lower limit of spells, he walks through the crowd effortlessly.

The six eyes allow the world's information to be continuously transmitted into the brain. He who had no feeling for sweets has turned into a sweet party over the years in order to supplement the sugar needed to use his brain.

Blocking the line of sight is necessary to properly relax the brain.

Living among the crowd, in order to avoid situations like this attracting attention, Wujo Satoru mostly used sunglasses instead of bandages in his private time.It was quite troublesome to wrap it up, but he didn't move it this time. He was considering whether to change it to something that was easier to remove, such as an eye patch.

This world is full of human beings everywhere, and correspondingly, the curse spirits born from the negative emotions of human beings are everywhere.

Weak teeny heads, as weak as those under the fourth grade, can be seen everywhere in cities with complicated hearts.

The gloomy aura of the curse permeates almost every corner along with the human footprints, and there are also differences in intensity according to the strength of the curse spirit.

According to experience, this breath should be classified as the highest "special grade". The smell of the curse spirit is so thick and dark that it cannot be ignored. It suddenly penetrated into the nasal cavity when it was only a few steps away from the destination.

Gojo Satoru stopped.

Looking at the source of the breath that suddenly appeared more than ten meters ahead obliquely:

——It was a young man who was inconspicuous in the strangely dressed crowd, even in harmony with the strange environment.

In Wujo Satoru, he had seen that the curse energy that ranked first in the strength of the curse was almost completely absorbed into the body, just like one of the hundreds of millions of human beings.

Is it a sneak attack against him?

Curses that look so human-like are rare, and it is common to find it difficult to complete communication, and even know how to hide oneself after gaining wisdom. This person should only be confident in his own strength.

Just when Gojo Satoru was thinking about whether to be more magnanimous and give the other party a little room to play, he saw the super-level mantra, just like the few passers-by he met before, excitedly trotting all the way with his mobile phone——

"Teacher Wutiao!!!"

There was a QR code in front of his eyes.

"Can you give me your contact information?"

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Seemingly an illusion, Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment.

There is no acceptance or rejection, and the stagnation here cannot proceed to the next step.

The real person looked at the "Wujo Satoru" in front of him with almost two eyes, and soon saw that the coser teacher's enthusiasm for being surprised faded away. He was also annoyed and realized that his impulsive behavior was very rude.

Won't leave a bad impression, will it?

And Gojo Satoru has been staring at him through the bandages, and he can feel strangely that there are eyes watching him, which makes him breathe lightly and try to reduce the sense of existence.

By the way, the bandage is tightly wrapped and opaque, can you see the road clearly?

"Well, if it bothers you, forget it..."

Just when Zhenren Zhiqu wanted to withdraw his hand, Gojo Satoru suddenly and quickly took away the very new mobile phone that had just been released, but seemed to have been used for a long time.With a few quick clicks of the fingertips, skipping the chat software, directly depositing my own number and sending a message.

There was a sound in his pocket, but Gojo Satoru didn't confirm it.

He only raised his eyebrows, which were also wrapped in bandages.

No matter how strong the magic spirit is, it is in line with the setting that it cannot be seen by ordinary people under normal circumstances, and under the deliberate concealment of the world of magicians, it clearly exists in the world at the same time as the latter, but it seems to be in a different time and space.

He has never seen a mantra who can communicate normally with people and use electronic products.

If it is possessed and can't deceive Six Eyes, it doesn't have a human breath on it... Isn't this interesting?

Not many people know the route of action that brought students to Shibuya to exorcise the curse of the National Gymnasium today, but it is not a secret that the relevant personnel are willing to investigate. This curse spirit may have something to do with humans or even high school people.

He didn't notice the other party until such a short distance. He should have the ability to hide his breath, so he must have followed him all the way from now on.

Wujo Satoru returned the things to the curse spirit, stretched his arms and hooked the opponent's neck, and narrowed the distance to a level of intimacy that would most likely make strangers feel uncomfortable.

Since you want to act, play with it.

The slightly frozen air in the last second seemed to be an illusion. Gojo Satoru deliberately leaned over to get close to the curse spirit who was half a head shorter than himself, and found that the other person's body stiffened instantly, and raised a finger in a good mood to warn him.

"This is my contact information. Be sure to keep it well, Mr. Curse Spirit."

"Yes--"

Carefully holding the flat metal cube that carried the extra weight, the real person nodded. In fact, because the other party suddenly approached his face, he could feel the delicate touch of the close hair brushing against the skin. The tiger treatment made his brain feel like You can't think smoothly if you mix it with water.

When it was over, Gojo Satoru asked, "Do you want to take a group photo?"

"……want!"

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10 minute later.

Although Gojo Satoru said that if he wanted to eat dessert, he would pay for it, but the real person was very satisfied after flipping through the various group photos in the album, and even the heartache that his wallet was about to dry up was negligible.

This is simply, no.

This is the Wujo Wu cosplayer that he has seen most like himself so far. It gives people the feeling of "if Wujo Wu is cut out of the paper, it should be like this", even the walking posture and the strongest temperament of the gestures are imitated...

You can't find any flaws when you look at the makeup up close.

The skin is naturally so good, there is no trace of foundation at all.

The most surprising thing is that even the voice is so similar!

Just now I have been chatting with him as Wutiao Wujuan magician, and I have also shared many interesting stories about my life in the college.

It's worth the money!

The air-conditioned air-conditioning in the dessert shop with a milky aroma dispels the heat. The real person rests his chin on Gojo Satoru to eat, and his eyes become more and more admirable. He must be a professional coser. He is so dedicated when he gets along with him in private and maintains his personality. up.

Who can refuse the Wutiao teacher who crosses the dimension and stands in front of him, not to mention that he is still a white-haired blow.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as it is white-haired, even a mouse is fine.

Soon Gojo Satoru finished eating, and it seemed that there was something to do next. Unlike the previous enthusiasm, he became a little cold, and raised his hand to signal the waiter to come over and pay the bill.

The real person coughed, and forced himself to look away from the top of the other person's head. In the end, he still didn't ask for a touch.

Although it looks fluffy and soft, it must have been sprayed with a lot of hairspray to fix it.

Just now, he received a urging from the president asking where the others went, and he sent back several photos of him and Gojo Satoru just now to show off, and he was about to say goodbye.

He handed the exact full amount of banknotes to the waiter wearing a maid outfit, but he saw that the waiter was holding the menu and staring at the white-haired young man with a girlish blush, and had no intention of answering him at all.

"Miss the clerk..."

Stretching his hand in the air, the real person's mouth twitched to remind him.

Although he knew that he was not as handsome as Wujo Wujo, but he didn't have to ignore it so completely, right?

The waiter still stood intently opposite Gojo Satoru: "Thank you for your patronage, the total is [-] yen, our store supports..."

Gojo Satoru's patience was almost used up, and before she reported a bunch of payment methods, she quickly took the cash from the real person's hands with two fingers to complete the payment. The business in the store was very busy, and the waiter left after saying welcome to this gentleman again. up.

The real person who was excluded the whole time blinked his eyes, and silently gave the store a negative rating of one star for its service attitude.

"As expected of Mr. Wujo, you are really welcome."

Gojo Satoru looked at the blue-haired and stitched face through the bandages as if he really regarded himself as a human being, like a dog who can fly an airplane after seeing long tentacles.

He didn't get any useful information. He only knew that the other party was very familiar with the people in the high school of conjuration. He showed a helpless expression halfway through and said, "You don't have to do this."

Gojo Satoru happily asked him directly about his purpose.

The curse spirit suddenly became shy and patient again: "Don't do this, I'm embarrassed..."

"..."

What do you want?

He never waited for the planned attack, thinking that he had already exposed enough flaws, but the other party's tone and attitude, as if humans and curses could coexist peacefully, made people sick to their stomachs.

Fiddled with the fork dipped in butter in front of him, Gojo Satoru lazily tore away the illusion maintained by the other party's self-deception, expecting him to reveal his true nature.

"You should know that ordinary people cannot see the curse unless they are about to die."

The mantra's reaction was unexpected again.

A peaceful smile appeared on that abnormal face.

The real person paused for a second, and then showed a look of sudden realization.

"So this is ah."

He couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled, it turned out that the maid lady was also a curse back fan.

The experience of everyone acting as a role is great, and it’s great that the president didn’t refuse to come to this comic exhibition!

Wutiaowu: "..."

Although I don't know what this guy thought of, it seems that the brain circuit is completely staggered and inexplicably angry.

Waste of time, what was he expecting from the curse?

Gojo Satoru, who is good at time management, reckoned that the students should be at their limit. He slowly got up and untied the bandages covering his eyes. With six clear eyes and a smile of stepping on the ice, he raised his hand and pressed the real man's shoulder: " Go somewhere else with me."

"Don't worry, you won't be erased directly, after all, there are still many questions to torture you."

"It's enough to get rid of nine-tenths."